O, you men and women of this world <br />have a strong taste for naturism. <br />The old is not gold; they are bold <br />to give pose to the camera, <br />not wearing even the tatters, <br />standing together as a crowd. <br /> <br />People from abroad come to ashrams <br />to learn to meditate and dedicate <br />of their body to the devouring sages. <br />These nudists be given free uniforms <br />or else they will sound a death-knell <br />to the life of the tailors and garment- designers. <br />If they don't come to terms at least to wear <br />a bikni or loin-cloth, the weavers will become <br />suicide bombers to kill these free celestials, <br />the replica of the ancient tribes. <br /> <br />The monks of some faith go nude <br />and there is a heavy turnout to get blessings. <br />Some men in booze block the buses, in nude, <br />during the night and the women feign sleeping. <br />The driver persuades them to move away. <br />The police don't rush to shroud them in clothes. <br />Let them be transported to terror camps <br />and the outfits will throw their guns and flee off. <br />They may confine themselves to websites <br />to save at least the growing children <br />with some human norms. <br />The pity is learned people fall easy preys to that throng. <br /> -----------<br /><br />rajendran muthiah<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nihilists-and-naturists/
